Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1317

Chapter 1317: Chapter 722: Mandated by Heaven_2 Chapter 1317: Chapter 722: Mandated by Heaven_2 Flood Dragon, upon hearing the Master's words, instantly felt a wave of relief in his heart. He gratefully glanced at the Master and then bowed deeply, saying with utmost sincerity, “Thank you, Master, for your generosity! I, Flood Dragon, will be even more cautious and careful in the future, ensuring I cause no trouble for you and the Demon Clan!”

“Could the Master have recognized the wrong person?” Flood Dragon mused quietly to himself. Though his voice was faint, as if just the breath from his lips fluttering, it was exceptionally clear in the silence of the Palace where only his own heartbeat could be heard. He looked up at the Master seated high on the Throne, those eyes appearing to cut through all fog in an attempt to find some sign of recognition or even the slightest warmth and reconciliation. Yet, the Master's face was as unyielding as an iceberg, devoid of any expression, like a lifelike statue carved from stone, inscrutable in its innermost thoughts.

“We are complete strangers without any past grievances; it shouldn't be possible by any means!” Flood Dragon continued to talk to himself, his tone filled with helplessness and confusion. It was as though he was speaking to himself, but also searching for answers in the emptiness of the Palace. He was well aware of the importance of identity and status in the stringently hierarchical world of the Demon Clan. A mere Flood Dragon like him, despite his notable strength, was but an insignificant existence within the Demon Clan. How could he possibly have any entanglement with this venerable and imposing Master? It was utterly preposterous!

At that moment, the atmosphere in the Palace suddenly grew tense. The Master began to speak; his voice was deep and commanding, echoing as if from the Abyss, inspiring an involuntary awe, “Flood Dragon, there is no need to be nervous. Indeed, I do not know you, nor have we ever had any grievances. The reason I have taken notice of you is due to an Aura on you that resembles someone I once knew. That Aura, I will never forget. It reminds me of a distant past, a chapter I have buried deep within my heart, unwilling to touch.”

The Master's words struck like lightning, instantly illuminating the fog in Flood Dragon's mind. He realized that it was only because his Aura resembled that of the Master's old acquaintance that he had caught the Master's attention. His nervousness and unease dissipated almost entirely, replaced by a strong curiosity about the Master's mysterious past.

“Master, who was that person?” Flood Dragon couldn't help but ask, his voice still trembling but much steadier than before. He wanted to know with whom he shared such a profound connection that even this revered Master could not forget.

The Master, upon hearing this, remained silent for a moment. His gaze turned deep and distant, as if traversing through the barriers of time and space back to that remote past. Then, he began to recount a long-buried story, a tale of friendship, betrayal, and redemption…

Flood Dragon, hearing this, again felt a wave of relief, as if a massive boulder had been lifted from his chest, giving him an unprecedented lightness. He knew that he was finally liberated from the sudden calamity, no longer the one misunderstood or doubted. He looked gratefully at the Master, his eyes shining with sincerity, and said respectfully, “Thank you, Master, for your keen insight. I am indeed a complete stranger to you, having had no dealings with you before. To be shown such magnanimity by you today is my great fortune. Should there be a chance, I shall exert all my efforts for the Demon Clan, braving fire and water without hesitation, to repay your kindness and understanding.”

The Master nodded slightly at these words, a smile flashing across his face like the warm sun on a spring day, pleasant and not blinding, his satisfaction evident. He knew that his words had not only dispelled Flood Dragon's puzzlement and anxiety but also subtly established his own image of dignity and compassion. At the same time, he had successfully won over this formidable Flood Dragon, adding a powerful force to the Demon Clan. In the days to come, this Flood Dragon would surely become a mainstay of the Demon Clan, contributing to the prosperity and strength of their world.

“Flood Dragon, since you're willing to serve the Demon Race, I shall give you an opportunity,” the Master pondered for a moment and slowly said, “Recently, the border of the Demon Race has been frequently disturbed. I need you to lead a team to the border and guard our homeland. Are you up to the task?”

Hearing this, a flicker of determination and resolve passed through Flood Dragon's eyes. He knew he had finally gotten the chance to prove himself and was well aware of the magnitude and importance of the mission. Without any hesitation, he straightened his chest and loudly replied, “Master, I am willing! I will do my utmost to safeguard the Demon Race border, and not let any enemy set foot in our territory by even half a step!”

The Master, seeing the firm look in Flood Dragon's eyes and his soaring fighting spirit, couldn't help but silently admire him. He knew he had chosen the right person, this Flood Dragon would surely live up to the expectations and win great war honors for the Demon Race. Therefore, he stood up, walked over to Flood Dragon, and personally handed him a token glowing with a faint light: “This is the Troop Summoning Order; with it, you may go to the barracks and gather your troops. Remember, your task is not just to guard the border but also to showcase the might of the Demon Race and make those who dare disturb us dread at the very news of our approach!”

Flood Dragon took the Token, feeling its significant weight. He knew it was not merely a token, but also a symbol of the Master's trust and expectation in him. He clenched the Token tightly and bowed deeply to the Master: “Master, I shall fulfill my duty without fail!”

In that ancient and mysterious Demon Clan Palace, where the light was faint as if night had fallen, only a few Demon Crystal Lamps cast a dim blue glow, like fireflies in the Netherworld, illuminating the stone walls carved with intricate totems. Those totems, primitive and enigmatic, seemed to contain the long history and legends of the Demon Race. Flood Dragon's vast silhouette was strikingly prominent in the spacious hall, his scaled body reflecting a chilling sheen in the faint light, yet his eyes revealed a trace of confusion and unease, like a Giant Beast that had lost its way, uncertain of where to turn.

Across from him, the one seated on the Throne carved from Obsidian had a face as stern as the summit of an iceberg, with eyes as profound as the Sea of the Sky, seemingly capable of discerning the deepest secrets of the human heart. The Master's posture was tall and imposing, radiating an aura of awe without anger, commanding respect without need for direct gaze. What astonished Flood Dragon the most was that this Master bore the surname Dragon, an exceedingly rare occurrence within the Demon Race, almost as precious and unique as a phoenix feather or a Qilin horn.

“Could it be that you, Master, are acquainted with this one?” asked a Demon Race soldier standing next to Flood Dragon in a low voice tinged with poorly concealed probing and curiosity, clearly also feeling the subtle yet tense atmosphere filling the air. His gaze darted back and forth between Flood Dragon and the Master, attempting to catch a clue that might unravel the mystery from their expressions and movements.

At this, Flood Dragon's heart tightened even more. He feared there might indeed be some unknown connection between himself and this Master that could lead to unwelcome complications. He quickly explained, “Master, I… I really do not know this Master, nor have we ever been in contact. My presence here today is solely because…”

However, before Flood Dragon could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the Master's deep and authoritative voice: “Flood Dragon, there's no need for more words. I indeed do not know you, nor do we have any past grievances.

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